Post by mac on Aug 11, 2017 18:57:42 GMT
Peter’s squeaks and gasps were satisfying and proved that he’d gotten the point. Cliff figured he’d back off, shove him away, and storm off. But there was something different about the actual reaction. Peter’s gaze was lingering on him and Cliff could feel it, and he didn’t know how to react to it. Cliff knew what it felt like to be looked at with lust, and he could sense that coming from Peter now. He didn’t know how to react to it at first. He looked into Peter’s eyes with his haughty glare, waiting for him to leave.
Hell, he was about to knee the guy again when he felt Peter’s hands find his hair. It was odd to feel his fingers running through the strands, and Cliff bit down on his lower lip slightly at the feeling. He didn’t know how to react. When Peter pulled his face closer and connected their lips his gut instinct was to push him away and really beat the shit out of him. He wasn’t gay. He didn’t want to hook up with a guy when sober, that had just been an experiment. Right?
However before his mind could catch up to his body, he acted on muscle memory and returned the kiss, roughly forcing Peter’s lips open with his own. He shoved him against the wall again but this time instead of with his knee, he did it with his whole body. His hands slid down to Peter’s ass, sliding him up the wall, so now his head was a few inches higher than Cliff’s. Once he had Peter’s body up, supported by the pressure of his own pressing against it, Cliff slid his hand up to Peter’s tie again, tugging on it, roughly.